SelfPub: I don't know the feeling...

I do not know the feeling of compassion, pity, love. No one is funnier than those who think otherwise. Looking at you - I smile. You all think that I am smiling at you. And in these moments I imagine how I inflict a bleeding wound on you and leave it to live out my life with it. I'm not killing anyone - it's too easy. I watch my victim's torment - your torment - through a microscope. When I zoom in, I see how you writhe and scream in pain, who until recently considered themselves "on horseback". It is at such moments that you show your true colors. And until that hour strikes - the hour of my retribution - you cannot even imagine what humiliations you are ready to go to save your life. But I don't know the feeling of pity.